Fredrica went into Chicago on the bus to see about a job.
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What else do you see, Starling?
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Come on. Come and get it. Precious!
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Why do you think he removes their skins, Agent Starling? Enthrall me with your acumen. It excites him. Most serial killers keep some sort of trophies from their victims. I didn't. No. No, you ate yours.
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Hey. -Daddy! -Hey, Clarice.
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Ligature marks found around the wrists, not around the ankles. This would indicate that the skinning was postmortem.
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Oh, Agent Starling, you think you can dissect me with this blunt, little tool? No.
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Oh, Jack. What do you make of these?
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A well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed, pure West Virginia.
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And there you have it.
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Nice and slow, baby.
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Her bedroom's how she left it.
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Okay.
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You know what you look like to me with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube.
